Nevada Deathmatch

The year is 2025. The economy which began its decline in 2001 has become worse. There is a world wide depression. To provide funds to operate essential services such as prisons and to provide diversion for a depressed and economically deprived populace, sports have become much more violent. Instead of spending money on long-term incarceration of prisoners, those who would be sentenced to death, or to life imprisonment, are forced to participate in gladiatorial contests which, not only eliminate most of them, but provide entertainment for the masses.

As in ancient Rome, admission to the coliseums is free, but the television rights are sold to the networks to provide operating revenue for the prisons. Most sex offenders are physically castrated. This is the story of the contest in which they participate. A lucky few will escape castration.

It is being broadcast on ESPN. The announcers are Al Michaels, Jr. and Bob Costas, Jr., sons, who are following their famous fathers’ careers. We’ll join them as they broadcast the event, the Nevada Deathmatch.

After several Republican administrations, homosexuality, abortion, welfare, and sex outside of marriage has been outlawed. All homosexuals and any man found guilty of adultery or fornication is subject to castration. Of course, any boy beyond puberty is considered to be an adult and is punished accordingly.

There, of course, have been other changes. Pornography, R-rated and X-rated movies have been banned, as have violent video games, which, even though they continue to exist, can’t be widely played since a license is required to use the Internet, and most use of the Internet is restricted to government officials, who are all Republicans. All other parties have been prohibited from participating in government.

Democrats-proscribed-have been driven from government and all forms of public entertainment. Hollywood, a former hot bed of liberals, is no longer the entertainment capital of America. Most actors, who left in time, fled to Europe. Many who remained have been blacklisted, and even castrated, since most were either fornicators or homosexuals.

Las Vegas is the entertainment capital of North America. Although most of the lounge acts feature Elvis imitators, the most popular show is the Nevada Deathmatch, where post-pubescent boys get to play their last video game, a version of the old Unreal Tournament game of Deathmatch.

Each boy, guilty of the heinous crime of either homosexuality, the impregnation of his girlfriend, or some other sex crime gets to play one last video game, the only public video game in existence in the USA. At stake in this game, however, is his balls. Only the ultimate winner-and there will be only one-will keep his balls.

The game takes place in the old Luxor casino, which has been converted into a gladiatorial coliseum. Although the gladiatorial games are free to residents of Nevada, visitors from out of state pay dearly for entrance to Nevada games, which, true to the old Las Vegas tradition, are filled with pomp and ceremony. The Nevada Deathmatch features boys who have reached puberty, but are no older than sixteen years old.

Although boys as young as eleven years-old have participated in the game, the youngest in the game tonight is Ryan Nelson, who is twelve. Ryan was caught attempting to masturbate his neighbor, Bobbie Thompson, who, at eleven years-old, had not reached puberty. If he had, he would have been in the game as well. Instead, Bobbie was placed in Reverend Farwell’s Home for Wayward boys in Dallas, Texas, where the boys are fitted with chastity belts which prevent masturbation, and cause erections to be so painful that many boys, upon release, are unable to obtain them-but, that’s another story.

David Wilkes, at sixteen, is the oldest boy in the game. Since he impregnated his fourteen year-old girlfriend, even if he wins this game and keeps his balls, he will have to participate in one of the gladiatorial games, where, because of his immaturity and small stature, he will probably be killed, but, lest anyone feel sympathy for this scalawag, remember that he was convicted of the rape and impregnation of a minor. He should have had the sense to keep his cock in his pants. Besides, as further evidence of his recalcitrance, he has been punished for masturbation since he has been in custody.

Two boys, for whom no one will have sympathy, were lovers-the little queers. Fourteen year-old Shane Cumbac was convicted of sodomy with his friend, Alex Trebeck. It was determined that Alex was a willing participant, since he was masturbating while Shane was fucking him. Appropriately, tonight they will be competing against each other, and only one-if he’s lucky enough to beat the rest-will keep his balls. Since Alex’s father had an illegal computer in his house on which video games were loaded, it’s possible that these boys might have an unfair edge on the other participants. For that reason, Alex will begin the game with a six ounce handicap and Shane will begin with a four ounce handicap.

Two, thirteen year-old, twin brothers, Sam and Steve Paris, are in the game. They were caught together in a stall in a restroom at the mall masturbating together. Although they weren’t caught touching each other: they shouldn’t have been in the stall together; they shouldn’t have been masturbating; they certainly shouldn’t have been doing it at the mall. The judge thought it appropriate to nip the problem in the bud-by snipping off their balls.

Although fifteen year-old Willie Thomas wasn’t caught with another boy and had not impregnated a girl, he has a ten inch cock which he used at every opportunity. It’s quite possible that he ruined several fifteen year old girls for anyone else. For the sake of boys with average size cocks, he should be castrated. His massive cock obviously drains so much blood from his brain when it’s hard that he’s unable to control himself. He will, however, have a chance to keep his balls-by winning the game.

The remaining three boys were caught having a circle jerk, which was bad enough, but, to make it worse, they were masturbating each other. Although all were twelve years old when caught, Ronald Howard, a boy with red hair and freckles, is now thirteen. Teddy Cleaver and Bud Anderson are both twelve. After tonight, at least two of these boys will have no desire to masturbate. Although some people have said that these boys don’t deserve castration, their fathers are closet democrats. Some legislators believe that, in itself, is reason enough.

These ten boys are our participants in tonight’s game. They are now entering the arena. Let’s join Al and Bob as they describe the event:

“Good evening, sports fans. I’m Bob Costas. Joining me tonight is Al Michaels. Tonight, we’re broadcasting from the entertainment capital of the world, Las Vegas, and do we have a show for you, tonight. Ten boys, ranging in age from twelve to sixteen, will be competing in the Nevada Deathmatch, which is a virtual reality video game. Each boy will be fitted with a virtual reality helmet. To the boys, it will seem as though they are actually inside the game.”

“And,” said Al, “we will be able to watch the boys as they play the game. The dome of the arena is a large screen on which the game will be projected. We will be able to see the virtual boys as they negotiate the virtual city, stalking each other.”

“How is this different from other video games, Al?”

“Each boy, upon entering the arena, will be banded.”

“What do you mean by that, Al?”

“Well, Bob, each boy, upon entering the arena, will have his balls banded. A small rubber ring will be snapped into place around the base of his scrotum.”

“Ouch, my balls just drew up at the thought. Will that castrate the boys?”

“It would, Bob, if the bands were left on long enough, but the bands are put on to prevent excessive bleeding when the boys lose their balls. It’s being done with their best interests at heart. No one wants one of them to bleed to death.”

“Still, that’s got to hurt.”

“Oh, I imagine there will be a lot of screaming and wailing when the bands snap into place, Bob, but, before long, the balls become numb, which is good, since the castration process generally takes a long time, and would otherwise be extremely painful.”

“Could you tell us just how the boys are castrated, Al?”

“As you can see, Bob, there are ten stations in the center of the arena.”

“Yes, and each of them contains a little round table with a hole cut in the center of it.”

“That’s right. And, as you can see, they are of varying heights.”

“Why is that, Al?”

“Each table has been adjusted to each boy, who will be locked into the center of it after entering through a section which opens by swinging up.”

“Will we still be able to see their balls?”

“Oh, yes, Bob. The stands are on a raised platform. The tables are made of clear plastic and are really no more than thin circular shelves, which are padded around the center to prevent injury to the boys, since the boys, reacting physically to the virtual reality of the game, tend to bump violently into the tables.”

“They really do have the best interests of the boys at heart, don’t they, Al?”

“Absolutely, Bob. They sure do.”

“But, Al, how do the boys lose their balls, if the bands aren’t put on to castrated them?”

“Do you see that tube that comes up out of the floor in the center of the cutout portion of the table?”

“Yes, that clear plastic tube which appears to be about three or four inches in diameter?”

“That’s right, Bob. The tube extends through the platform to a height of about two feet and opens at the other end into a chamber below the platform. When a boy is positioned inside the table, the tube will be between his legs. A piece of very thin, but strong wire, will be fastened in a noose around his balls below the band. The other end will be passed through the tube into the chamber below where it will be fastened to a sandbag.”

“How does that relate to the game, Al?”

“Each time a boy dies in the game an electronically operated device will add two ounces of sand to the bag which is attached to the wire from the boys balls. When the bag has enough sand in it, the sharp wire will cut into the boy’s ball sack, severing it from his body. You’ll be able to see his balls slide down the tube when they are jerked off by the wire.” Bob began laughing hysterically. “What’s so funny, Bob?”

“What you said, Al. These boys will get jerked off one last time, won’t they Al?”

Al looked at Bob briefly, then said, “Oh, I see what you mean, Bob. You mean when they get their balls jerked off. Yes, I guess you’re right, Bob. They’ll be jerked off one last time-one very last time.”

“How much sand do you think it’ll take to rip off a boy’s balls, Al?”

“It varies, Bob, but anywhere from a pound to two pounds of sand. The wire is sharp and begins to cut into their scrotums as soon as ten or twelve ounces has been added to the sack.”

“I understand that two of the boys will start the game with sand already added to their sacks.”

“That’s right, Bob, Alex Trebeck and Shane Cumbac will begin the game with eight and six ounces of sand respectively in their sacks.” When Bob began laughing again, Al asked, “What is it this time, Bob.”

“Don’t you get it, Al, when one sack is full, the other will be emptied.”

Al rolled his eyes. “Very, funny, Bob. Aren’t you going to ask me why these boys are starting the game with sand in their sacks?”

“Bob, wiping the tears from his eyes, said, “Oh, yes, Al, why are they starting the game with sand in their bags? Then he collapsed into a fit of laughter.

“They’ve been given a handicap, Bob,” but drowned out by Bob’s hysterical laughter, he gave up on the explanation, then poked Bob and said, “Look, Bob, the boys are entering the arena.

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Shane was scared-and embarrassed. He was naked, and, although, the glare of the spotlights in his eyes, prevented him from seeing the audience, he was aware that the arena was filled with people. He wanted to run, but two guards, one on each side, holding him by the arms, were dragging him toward a raised platform in the center of the arena.

He didn’t understand why he was here, nor was he sure what was about to happen. At his trial-actually, it had only been a hearing in front of a juvenile court official-he hadn’t been permitted to speak in his defense, nor had he an attorney to speak on his behalf. Only the cops and the boys who had seen Alex and him in the woods had testified. They had told the hearing officer that they had seen him fuck Alex. They had called him a queer.

A queer? Shane, at thirteen years-old, wasn’t even sure what that meant. They had said that he was a homosexual. The dictionary said that a homosexual was someone who was sexually attracted to one’s own sex. The definition had confused him that much more. He was turned on by Alex. Neighbors, they had played together since he had moved next door to Alex five years before and were best friends-closer than were most brothers.

Although Alex was six months younger than Shane, and had been only twelve when they had been arrested, he had reached puberty first. It had been he, who had introduced Shane to sex-first to masturbation-then to fucking. Shane wouldn’t have even known it was possible to stick his cock up another boy’s ass, if it hadn’t been for Alex, who had learned about it on his father’s computer, which had an illegal Internet connection.

Alex’s mother was dead, so he had lived alone with his father, who because he had worked long hours, hadn’t been at home much of the time. Although the login to the computer, had been password protected, Alex had found the password where his father had hidden it. The two boys had spent much of their time cruising the Internet-and had found numerous porn sites.

The boys had been masturbating for over a year when they had found the porn sites, many of which showed sex between men and women-and between men and men. Masturbating with Alex had been much more fun than had masturbating alone-besides, it had been Alex, who had shown him how to do it. They usually had done it to each other. Somehow, it had felt much better to have Alex jack him off. It had seemed only natural that they should try out-together-what they had observed on the Web, and fucking had felt much better than beating off.

Although Alex had fucked him at times, Alex had enjoyed being fucked more than he had, so he had usually fucked Alex. Maybe he was queer, he thought. He certainly loved Alex, but he had always thought of him as being the brother that he had never had. He liked girls, too. Just thinking about Susan Lantz, a girl at school, always gave him a hard-on. He hadn’t been able to stop looking at her tits whenever he was near her.

Suddenly, Alex was brought back from his reverie by his realization that his cock was becoming hard-and he was naked. Everyone would see it. What irony-he was being punished for being a homosexual, but it was the thought of Susan Lantz that was giving him an erection. He willed his penis to go down, but the more he thought about it, the harder it became. Looking at the other boys, he saw that he wasn’t the only one with an erection. He wondered what had caused theirs. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Alex, who was behind him. Alex looked as frightened as he felt. Alex, too, had a hard-on.

“Look, Bob,” said Al, “most of the boys have erections.”

“Yeah,” said Bob, trying to hide his own erection, “the little perverts. So, what happens next, Al.”

“They get banded.”

“Ouch,” said Bob.

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The first boy, David Wilkes, was dragged, kicking and screaming, to a table where a guard and a beautiful showgirl were waiting. She was dressed in a very skimpy nurse’s uniform. In her hands she held an elastrator, commonly used for castrating calves. A band was already spread.

As four guards pinned Wilkes to the floor, the girl slid the band over his balls-then released it. It snapped tight around his scrotum at its base. Wilkes screamed-but came. Hot come shot onto his stomach. Two of the watching boys, including Alex, came at the same time. Since Alex was standing close behind Shane, his come, which always shot out several feet, splattered onto Shane’s back. One of the guards, holding onto Shane, struck by some of Alex’s come, cuffed Alex hard across the face.

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“Did you see those boys shoot, Bob?”

“Yeah, the little perverts,” said Bob again, this time trying to hide the wet spot on his pants.

While David Wilkes was being led to his station, Willie Thomas was brought to the table. Although his cock hadn’t been hard, after one look at the nurse’s tits, which were very much in danger of popping free from their skimpy restraints, his became erect-and what an erection it was.

This time, it was Bob, who spoke first. “My God, Al, look at the cock on that kid. It’s almost as big as he is.”

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It was huge. Over ten inches long when hard, it was also thick, probably two and one-half to three inches in diameter. The nurse dropping the elastrator when she saw it, had to pick it up and insert another band. This time, when she leaned over to band Willie, her tits did pop free, banging against Willie’s hard cock. He came-prodigiously. Come shot onto his chest, onto his face-onto the nurse’s tits. She didn’t seem to mind. He screamed as she snapped the band onto his balls. Then he was led to his station.

The three circle jerkers were next. Ron Howard’s little cock hung limply from a tuft of red hair at his crotch. Only the hair betrayed that he was post-pubescent. His cock wasn’t much larger than that of a pre-pubescent boy, and one of his balls, as if frightened by what was to come, had retreated into his abdomen. The arena was cooled by air conditioning. Most of the boys had goose bumps-possibly from fear-possibly from the cool air which was blowing across their naked bodies. The scrotums on all of them-except for the two who had been banded-held their balls tightly against their cocks. The scrotums on those two were loose-and turning blue.

Unable to get Ron’s ball down into his sack, he was let to his station, where a heater was placed to warm up his balls. There would be another attempt to band him before the game started. His friends, Ted Cleaver and Bud Anderson, were banded and led to their stations.

Ryan Nelson was next. He had come along with the other boys. It had been the first time he had seen any other boy come. His friend, Bobby, couldn’t. His now flaccid cock became hard again when the nurse bent over to band him. She hadn’t bothered to reinsert her tits. Homosexual they had called him. “Wait,” he said, “Look, I’m turned on by girls.” But, no one listened. The banding, when the band snapped around his scrotum, was like getting kicked in the balls. He was led to his station.

The twins, Sam and Steve Paris were identical down to their hard cocks which jutted straight out about six inches from their bodies. Although they had blond hair and blue eyes, their pubic hair was brown. If one looked closely, one could see that Steve’s cock bent slightly to the left. Otherwise, they were almost impossible to tell apart. Handsome boys, one had to wonder what they would have become, if they hadn’t given in to perversion-if their father hadn’t been a democrat. Possibly, the laws should be re-written so that the fathers could be castrated as well.

Sam came when he was banded. Steve came simultaneously. Having twin brothers competing against each other in the game added to the drama. If they were the last left in the game with balls, what would they do? Would one brother shoot the other to save his balls, or being twins, would they prefer to both be castrated, if one of them were? Banded, the boys were led to their stations. Shane was next.

Although Shane still had an erection, he hadn’t come, even though Alex’s come was drying on his back. He lost it though, when the nurse, bending over to band him, flopped her tits in his face. He had never seen real tits before-especially not almost in his face-besides, she had brushed against his cock while attempting to position the elastrator. It was more than his thirteen year-old cock-brain-body-could take. Come squirted from his cock onto his stomach. His spunk, unlike Alex’s, never shot more than a few inches.

He had envied Alex’s ability to shoot clear over his head. After tonight, it wouldn’t matter. If he didn’t win the game, he would never come again-and, if he won, then Alex wouldn’t. Would he sacrifice his balls to allow Alex to keep his, if it came to that? He loved Alex-but, his balls...If he lost them, he would never know what it was like to screw a girl. Was it different, he wondered, from fucking Alex in the ass? Maybe it wasn’t, but he desperately wanted to find out-especially with Suzy Lantz. He hated the idea that it might come down to either Alex or him, but it could easily happen. Both of them had played Unreal Tournament on the Internet, a game similar to the one they were playing tonight. Although they hadn’t admitted that they had played the game, he and Alex had been told, since Alex’s father had a computer with an illegal Internet connection-for which he’d gone to prison-they would each receive a handicap in the game. As yet, he didn’t know what that meant.

The band, when it snapped around his sack, hurt-much like being hit in the balls. He could feel the pain up into his abdomen. His balls, pushed out by the band which constricted his scrotum tightly below his cock, bulged in their sack. At first, when pulled his feet, he had difficulty straightening up, but by the time he was locked in his station, some of the pain had eased. By that time, Alex had been banded, and was being led to his station. Shane had missed his banding. He didn’t know if Alex had come, but he saw no fresh come on Alex’s front.

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“Well, they’ve all been banded, Bob,” said Al.

“Yes,” said Bob, who had placed a napkin on his lap to hide the multiple wet spots, “that was something, all right. What happens next?”

“Now, they’ll each have a wire noose attached to their balls below the band. It will be placed immediately below the band, then clipped so that it can’t loosen. It will only tighten-as sand is added to the bag which will be tied to the other end of the wire.”

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Shane stood, locked in his station. He was conscious on the plastic tube which extended a couple of feet from the floor between his legs. He wondered at its purpose. Although his station, fit closely around his waist, it was padded and he could move freely, turning in any direction.

Although the band seemed to be cutting into his scrotum, much of the pain in Shane’s balls had disappeared. When they slipped the wire noose over his balls, securing it tightly around his pinched scrotum, he barely felt it. The other end of the wire was dropped down the tube. In a moment, he felt a pulling sensation on his balls. Although it didn’t add much to his discomfort. the wire was now taut and the noose seemed to be cutting into his scrotum. Looking at the boy who had preceded him, one of the twins, he noticed that the the wire to his balls seemed to have more slack, but, hearing a grunt from Alex, he looked around to see the wire jerk against his balls and become as taut as his. This was their handicap, he wondered?

Then a rifle-a video gun-was handed to him. Equiped with a small antenna, it was evidently wirelessly attached to the computer. A similarly equipped virtual reality headset was placed on his head. At first, he could see nothing, but soon the screens before his eyes lit up. He was transported to a surreal setting. He seemed to be inside an ancient Egyptian city. The arena had disappeared. So had Alex and the other boys. To his right was a semitransparent display. It listed: kills = 0; bullets = 5; weapon = semiautomatic rifle; sand = 4 ounces.

In his earphones he heard, “The following are the rules of the game: Everyone begins with a rifle with five bullets. Whenever you make a kill, you get the weapon and ammunition carried by the person you kill. There are weapons and ammunition located around the city. The most powerful weapon is a rocket launcher, which will kill anyone close to where the rocket detonates. Be careful when using it, however, it can also kill the one wielding it. There’s also a sniper rifle which, with a scope, can kill from a distance. Ammunition for it, however, is limited. You will never be able to carry more than five sniper rounds at a time. You must move around. You must hunt the others in the game. Each time you haven’t made a kill by the time everyone one else has, you will lose a life. When you lose a life, two ounces of sand are added to the sack which is connected to your balls. Most contestants lose their balls before two pounds have been added to their sacks. That means, at the most, you will have sixteen lives. Only one boy will survive with his balls intact. To move, lean against the railing. You will move in whichever direction you lean, your speed, dependent-within limits-upon how hard you lean. A head shot is a kill. A trunk shot is a kill. All other shots are a wound. It takes two wounds to kill.”

“Two boys, Cumbac and Trebeck, because of severity of their offense and the possibility that they might have had video game experience, are beginning the game with a handicap. Trebeck has had six ounces of sand-the equivalent of three lives-added to his sack. Cumbac has had four added. The game will start in ten minutes.”

Now that he was in the game, Shane wanted to get started. The band had already been around his balls for several minutes-and he had the four additional ounces of sand pulling on his scrotum. He didn’t know how long his balls could survive-constricted as they were.

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“We’re about ready to start the game, Bob.”

“Yes, Al, this should be exciting.”

Looking at the panoramic display of the game on the dome of the arena, he could see the entire city and each of the contestants. The observing audience could see the boys even when they were inside a building. The computer provided cutaway views, always showing each of the contestants. They could see the boys, but the boys could not see each other. The representations of the boys in the game were identical to that of the boys. They were even naked in the game and one could see the bands and the wire on their balls. They noticed the added pull on Shane’s and Alex’s balls.

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Part 2 -The Game